Lucaya//Oneshots

What Defined Perfection

Maya always dreamed and pined about holding Josh Matthew's hand, and caressing his brunette locks, brushing them back ever so slightly in any perfect moment in her one of her own perfect fantasies. Personally, he was her favorite fantasy. A small smile rose on Maya's face as she reflected. He told her he'd play the long game, and his big hands rested with hers. Everything was perfect, and Maya couldn't of felt more lucky to be chosen by someone who was sure of their feelings. He was everything that she'd want in a guy. Sensitive, honest, gentle. After their trip to the ski lodge, he began to hold her hand more often due to their six week promise. And at night, they'd text and talk about random little topics and their future. Of course this only persuaded Maya's fantasy to drift further in.
Unfortunately admiting, she missed him at school, and always made sure he'd check in with her while he was in college. They'd stay up some nights video chatting and building their relationship. It was pretty lonely when he wasn't talking to her, so Maya would watch Lucas and Riley hold hands in the hallway. She gave her best friend an uneasy smile.
Everything was going great between Josh and Maya.
So why was there a missing jigsaw piece in her heart?
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Lucas chose Riley, and Riley chose Lucas. They were inseparable-or so they thought, and their private talks were limited to only one another. (Besides Maya, who will always be the greatest exception.) Farkle didn't really go over Riley's by himself anymore due to this, which on Riley's part was a little sad. Walking through the halls of school, Riley and Lucas were linked arm in arm as Maya and Farkle walked on each side of them. They were the perfect couple, and the school whispered about it all the time except for Darby, who held a grudge on their relationship ever since she found out Lucas picked Riley.
So why didn't it feel enough?
The universe had to be Riley. In his eyes, every arrow pointed to Riley Matthews. The girl who fell (okay, was pushed) on his lap, who was his first date, his first kiss, his first right decision. Every turn he's made he thought was right, but why did this feel wrong? As if he drove into a maze?
He wanted to feel a lot with Riley. And he did, he felt happiness and calmness. But that's all they were.
The boy tried finding it by kissing Riley the way she kissed him their first time, but nothing was that. Not holding her hand, not her leaning on his back, nothing.
That feeling had stuck with the girl as well, but nor could she remember where she had felt it. It wasn't when she tackled Josh, or held his hand, or flirted with him.
The two wanted to feel this so bad again. But it wasn't coming to them. It could've just been a dream they woke up from-a dream that they wanted to keep having.
Months go by, and it's Christmas. Which meant Josh was coming home for the holidays, secretly looking forward to some mistletoe action (he actually told her this; she rolled her eyes.) A door opened and Josh walked in as Lucas and Riley stared at Maya walking up to him and hugging him contently. "How's the big life going for you?"
"Busy. I've only wanted to do this." He grabbed a mistletoe from his pocket and lifted it over the two as he leaned in and pecked her. Fireworks began to shoot up and raise into the sky and then---nothing. Maya opened her eyes and smiled at him, holding his hand as they walked back into the living room.
Riley and Lucas exchanged gifts as she leaned in and esskimo kissed him. Lucas deep down wondered if she felt sparks that he hadn't. Pulling away, she gave him a longing look before turning her attention back to her best friend. Josh wrapped an arm around Maya as they sat down on the couch.
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More months past, and the two individuals still couldn't find the emotion they felt. Dammit, Maya would think. Why can't rare moments like that have a freaking GPS so she can find it?
Both even turned up the heat on their relationships, going on more dates often and having more passionate kissing sessions. Nothing gave either the satisfaction. The sad thing about feelings is that once they've been felt once, the people immediately latch on with utter attachment until they find it. And Maya and Lucas were hunting.
Lucas would look out his window at night, yearning for that feeling he had for only one moment. And it sucked, because he constantly tried finding it. Little did he know that back at the Hart's house, Maya sat up in her bed looking up at the dark sky which meshed with the white blank circle that stared back at the city every night, drowning in her thoughts similar to Lucas'.  
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Maya walked through Central Park by herself as her thoughts swam all around her. How else could she find it? It had to have been Josh. She always felt good around him, and never exactly doubted him.
As if gravity had set both of them there, Lucas was walking from the other direction as they suddenly bumped into each other, yelling, "ouch!"
After Lucas leaned in his head, he took a look at the girl and his attention was grabbed. "Oh, hi Maya." He's taken aback from the electricity that shot up his arm. What was...
"Hi Huckleberry." Maya is dumbfounded. When they realize their air is being shared, the two step back a little at a comfortable space where they're not feeling the heat radiate off of each other.
"Going to Josh's?" He began to form in his freshman year of college. She thought she'd go visit.
"Yeah. You going to Riley's?"
"Yeah." He responded simply as he stared intriguingly into her eyes. Her lips parted ever so slightly.
"Lucas?" Maya questioned, folding her arms curiously. He glanced at her as she struggled to continue. Lucas had the same question behind his lips unknowingly. She swallowed unusually nervously, and said, "cool seeing you here."
"New York isn't as big as we thought."
"Guess not."
After leaving their partner's houses hours later from another attempt of a spark, The outcome was the same: Nothing. It was so upsetting because they actually liked their partner's. But they still couldn't feel enough. They walked back to their apartments through Central Park, crossing each other's path along the way. "Hi again." Maya greeted, pretending to tip a hat just like Lucas used to do.
"How was Josh's?"
"He's great!" She semi lied. He was great, he was perfect. He wasn't for her as much as she thought. "And Riley?"
"Great." Good. Riley liked talking, talking, and talking. Lucas was a big speaker, but even she talks him out.
Maya's eyes lingered on his as she adjusted the strap on her black bag. "Awesome. Well, I'll see you at school?" He smiled friendly. Maya nodded in agreement, beginning to part ways as Maya crossed the street.
"Maya, look out!" Lucas yelled, immediately grabbing Maya by the waist and holding her back from the fast approaching car.
"God, you saved my life Lucas." She said once the girl caught her breath, her blonde hair waving back from the wind.
He smiled. "My first name?"
Maya rolled her eyes with a shrug. "Don't expect it."
She bit her bottom lip as she realized his hands were still around her waist. This was not the best time, and both needed to go, like, now. It wasn't until they met eyes at a close proximity that they began to feel. They felt the sense of familiarity and the emotion that had been gone from their hearts.
Maya, stop looking down at his lips. You're only going to regret it.
Maya, think about Riley. Remember when you said you didn't take from her?
Maya broke from her trance. But the minute she did, his lips had suddenly leaned on hers due to the lack of space. And now, Maya could think of nothing. This is what she was searching for, but this, his mouth hovered on hers, was so much more than words can describe. It was the feeling of strumming a new guitar, the crisp sounds and vibrations blaring softly through the room. It was taking that breath after coming out from underneath water. It was a sense of ecstasy and relief all at once. How could she take what had been already reserved?
It just took her this long to get it. They were back on the grass in Central Park, and he couldn't stop touching this girl. His hands went to her cheeks and then to her neck as Maya's speed mirrored his. Their hearts were pumping loudly inside their chests, feeling their blood tingle with such enjoyment and prosperity.
Maya and Lucas were looking for each other all these years. And suddenly, a memory slapped through their minds---
"So what I do say is ha-hurr-" his hands pull back some strands of Maya's hair as he pulls her face closer to his, half of his nerves dying and thriving inside of him. Lucas took notice of her expression as he realized that a vulnerable emotion that painted her. His lips were seconds from hers, and all he could do was look into her eyes, let them tell him what to do. No, they said. Tonight isn't the time.
They pulled away, releasing for air.
"You.." Lucas pointed at her. "It's you."
Maya gaped at him, sucking in a breath as all of a sudden,
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With a blink of both eyes opening, Maya rose from her bed, catching her breath. And at that same moment,
Lucas immediately sat up in his own bed as well, checking his watch which read 4 in the morning.
Maya furrowed her eyes in confusion as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. She swore her dream had to do with an answer she'd been wanting to hear. But just, what was it?
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Yeah I'm messed up I know
I just wanna play :c
❤️
-A